Chapter 49
forty-nine
PATRICK O’FAOLAIN
“Where the fuck is Jon, Daniel?” Patrick demanded of his nephew, who just so happened to be his son’s best friend. If anyone knew where his errant boy was, it was Daniel.
“Calm down, Pat,” his brother Bran urged. “Patrick wouldn’t have blown off an important meeting without a good reason. You know that.”
“I understand that, Bran, but he would have let me know.” Patrick was annoyed at first, but as thirty minutes turned into an hour, his irritation turned to apprehension.
They had all decided to meet at Dagr’s firm to hammer out the final details of buying a piece of property attached to the distillery.
Their dad had already scouted the property before he passed, and Patrick and Bran wanted to make sure they secured the acquisition before someone else swooped in and bought it out from under them.
“It couldn’t have been more than a quarter of an hour before the meeting when we spoke.
Jon said he was making last-minute adjustments to the helipad designs.
Bébhinn brought up that she didn’t want them so close to where the Three Wolves Distillery tours began and wanted them further away, yet not too far from the event center.
“I went to his office, and his notes and changes were all there,” Daniel explained with a frustrated sigh.
Daniel didn’t like not knowing where his cousin was any more than Patrick. Dagr had another client waiting but asked to be informed when they found Jonathan. Bébhinn said she would start calling all their friends before she left the boardroom.
As the three men were leaving the boardroom, Patrick’s phone rang. “MacGregor,” Patrick answered.
“Get to the hospital. It’s Margaret. We’re on our way. I need your family there. Now.”